Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

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COME, let me take thee to my breast,
  And pledge we ne’er shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
  The warld’s wealth and grandeur:
And do I hear my Jeanie own
  That equal transports move her?
I ask for dearest life alone
  That I may live to love her.

Thus in my arms, wi’ all thy charms,
  I clasp my countless treasure;
I’ll seek nae mair o’ heaven to share,
  Than sic a moment’s pleasure:
And by thy een, sae bonnie blue,
  I swear I’m thine for ever!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
  And break it shall I never.

• чешский (Czech)
• немецкий (German)

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
5. Simmer’s a Pleasant Time

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